When I walk amongst the pine trees there is a silence and a stillness. I am being watched suspiciously, and in an unfriendly way. The pine trees do not like it when I upset their fallen needles with my footsteps, and they look on without making a sound. They hope that I'll pass beneath a … Continue reading The Casuarinas
I am alien from Xenothropia-7 and I come visit your planet Gorgohammer-16. I understanding that you call it "Earth". We too have series of seventeen planets known as "Earth", but they in another galactic cluster. Nothing like your little blue planet. To prepare for visit, I study "Interplanetary Diplomacy 101." Teacher tell me many things. … Continue reading The Alien
I am so old, dirty, touched, creased, than I can't believe that anybody will love me ever again. I am being told that I was beautiful, intelligent, mesmerizing, inspiring and well spoken. I am remembered as funny. I have been living under the same roof for longer than I can remember. Once I was new. This … Continue reading Old and Decrepit
This tale is a response to Marisa – a Friend of a Friend I am a house. I used to be the best house in the neighbourhood. I had two bedrooms when the rest had one. I had electricity when the rest did not. I was surrounded by apple trees when the others only had … Continue reading I am a House
This happened to a friend of a friend of mine. The music was playing loud and clear. The windows to the garden were open. Marisa was not allowed to mingle with the other girls from the neighbourhood. Why? Who knows? Maybe her parents believed that they were more important than the other people living in … Continue reading Marisa – a Friend of a Friend
"Hi there little ant" you say. "Aren't you getting tired carrying that seed all that way?" The ant does not respond. "I'm sure you can hear me. I'm just not sure you can understand me. Walk in a circle if you can understand me." You say. It looks like he's about to comply! But no. … Continue reading Talking to Ants
"Did you see that woman? She behaves like a witch. I do not like her. Her son plays in the fields of priest's crown. You know, those yellow flowers that are a weed," said Margarita. "Well what can you expect from a woman that was born overseas - probably in an ignorant country - with … Continue reading The Taraxacum Flower
"Where do you think Marcos is today?" The group of old ladies that reunited in the park every afternoon to talk about this and that were asking. "I haven't seen him" said doña Leticia. "Me either" said doña Juana. All the other ladies in the group of around ten that were there agreed. The conversation … Continue reading Marcos
Tandi Tales 